Knucklehead

Hold up stay fresh

Don't let that beast consume you yet

You're looking like a rack of lamb

And you're talking like a caravan, so

No pressure, no pressure

You're spending tea time with

Fran Drescher, Fran Drescher

From that awful TV show

I like awful TV shows

You like awful TV shows

And we like awful TV shows

Robot sluts and coked out heads

Cars and parts and me naked friends

Bips and bops and lack of rest

Make me wear my Sunday dress

And robot sluts and coked up heads

(Ho hi ho)

(You're such a mess)

I've got this memory made of you

Snorting coke and sniffing glue

Don't like to think of you as you

I like to think you're something new

I like to think of you while I chew

And I'll forget you while I spew

And I like the stink of you

It's such a stink of

(Ho hi ho)

(You're such a mess)

And everybody knows it

K N U C K L E

K N U C K L E

I'm a knucklehead, bringing him to bed

K N U C K L E

K N U C K L E

For bringing him to bed with me